After twenty years in Phoenix, I thought I had seen it all. The monsoon season that peaks around August in Phoenix had done some terrible things to me. Once, I got caught on my bike in pitch-black night in a combination dust storm and rainstorm that was like a sheet of mud pouring right out of the sky.
Another time, I was trapped on my scooter in the middle of flooded streets, and cars and busses were trying to get past me in the dark, splashing massive waves against me, and I was pretty sure I was going to die before I got back to my lightless, powerless apartment to see if my cat was okay.
I guess at some point you just accept death as an option and keep going.
Tucson’s monsoons this year started earlier than I recall those in Phoenix rolling in, but they are no less violent. Last week, I got caught walking home from the store by a dust storm that turned the entire sky brown. Two days later, I got caught walking in one of the most insane rainstorms I have seen in twenty years. The big drops of sprinkles started in, and it wasn’t even minutes until I thought I was going to be knocked off my feet by the wind and drowned in the deluge at the side of the road. Cars and busses were pulling over because drivers couldn’t even see. By the time I made it home, I was drenched from head to foot.
So, Tucson monsoons surrounded by mountains and lightning, here is a poem for you. Now please stop trying to kill me.
The Flood
Grey mountains perforated the
underbelly of a great cloud
that admitted no horizon,
until nothing held back the rain.
City streets drowned, and vehicles
lost their way, taking with them
drivers, children, and families,
until no one held back the rain.
The entire valley filled with
rolling, churning torrents darkened
by earth and history of earth,
until no rim held back the rain.
No mortal knows what lies beyond,
where only floodwaters venture.
The deluge keeps her secrets well,
and she never forgets the rain.
This poem now appears in Meteor Mags: The Second Omnibus.
Mars Will Send No More 
I lived in Tucson for 20 years and this post is bringing a lot of memories back to me.
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Shout out from Tucson! It’s pretty crazy.
Forty-eight hours after I posted this, all the power in my neighborhood went out in an instant with a huge BOOM and a glorious night-time lightning display. I stood outside on my balcony in the strobe-lit dark, watching and listening to the chaos, and pretended I was the captain of a pirate ship in violent seas.
Fortunately, no krakens attacked, but now I want to write that scene.
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